Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 807 “Who said so?”

Stella smiled cheekily. “What if you dislike the experience after this round?”

She then began to take a series of photos of him. “I won‘t miss a chance to record how you look like right now.”

She suddenly leaned in on him and said into his ear, “I wonder... if your employees know you‘re completely at my mercy right now?”

Weston fixed his eyes on her. “If ‘completely at your mercy‘ means having my hands tied and photos were taken, I believe that‘s an exaggeration.”

“Oh?”

Stella chuckled. “You don‘t think this is it?”

She glided her fingers across his skin and held his belt.“ The main course is coming right up. Do you still remember the rules I stated?”

She crouched down low, still straddling his waist, and repeated herself, “Don‘t speak, don‘t doubt, and don‘t move.”

A moment later.

Weston looked calmly at Stella, who was fumbling

how to unfasten a wristwatch but not a

slowed her hands down, but she didn‘t say anything in response, fully engrossed in the struggle

is it

of post–opulence, crafted exclusively for him by his personal

countless neckties, cufflinks, and belt buckles,

all the same, this belt buckle that

hard tugs and began panicking

of huge

his hands still bound by the black and gold tie and

did you loosen

furrowed her brows, dissatisfied. She

again.“ You promised me just now to remain

and regained the initiative. “Let you do whatever you want? But

black and gold tie aside and cupped Stella‘s face in his

his usual

the desk was swept aside. Before Stella could respond to the sudden turn of the tide, she

felt like a lone boat struggling to stay afloat on the

that had come so

“Weston...don‘t...”